The sun was running high when he arrived to the familiar, rocky area that wore the light brown colors of the land in the daylight. He stopped the engine and looked around. The weather was perfect, a light breeze blew away all the clouds in the sky. The temperature was escalating quickly and was almost about to turn unbearable. He was surrounded by steep cliffs, both small and huge ones.
He got his helmet and sweater off and only took the pickaxe and his backpack with himself. After a short walk he arrived to the rock he had chosen, a thirty yard high, steep top. He struck the pickaxe into the wall and pulled himself up, his muscles tightened up but they were trained to endure hard physical activity. He was reaching forward skillfully, one grip following another. He was moving carefully, watching his balance and the cracks of the surface that could serve as a climbing hold. He took a rest a few times to regain his strength. It took almost an hour to get to the top. The temperature reached its peak and he was sweating and panting heavily, trying to breathe in the fresh air.
The sight from the top was incredible. He could see the whole area, covered with mountains and canyons and a plain in the distance where the city was lying. He sat down, took a deep breath and got the flask out of the backpack, taking big sips of water in order to quench his thirst. This is where he felt the best: in the height and in the silence. He was watching the birds circling in the distance. More than half an hour passed when he decided to climb down. Suddenly the ground and the whole area began to shake, pieces of rocks were falling down everywhere.
- Damn, an earthquake! – he shouted and quickly grabbed his pickaxe.
The earthquake did not last for long, the shaking stopped after a few minutes, as suddenly as it started. He stood up carefully and looked down. There were cracks and rubble all around the ground.
- I really hope my motorcycle is alive and well – he thought. Then he slowly began to descend, hoping to avoid another earthquake. It was a long way but it took less than half the time he spent climbing up. When he finally got down he saw his motorcycle tumbled over and surrounded by several smaller cracks on the rocky ground. He rushed there to check if it had any damage on it. Using all his efforts he remounted the bike. Luckily it only gained a few new scratches and a bash on the tank but there was no serious damage.
As he was examining his vehicle something got his attention. An unusual, supernatural and pale light was sifting from one of the cracks caused by the earthquake. He chocked the motorcycle and rushed to the source of the light. He was overwhelmed with curiosity, just like so many times before.
- What the hell can it be, I’ve never seen anything like this before! – he cried out.
He slowly approached the rift and looked down. In the dim light the gap seemed about ten yards deep. However, the light coming from below was oddly light blue and UV-like. He rushed back to his backpack, got his rope, tied it to a rock and threw the other end into the rift. He quickly descended into the narrow gap in order to take a closer look of the unusual phenomenon. As his feet touched the ground he arrived to a round and spacious room. The dim blue light was coming from the lamps all around the ceiling. He saw the outline of a huge metallic door. Steven switched on his torch and pointed the light on the door to examine it.
The light of the torch finally revealed the whole door which was obviously made of metal alloy. It was dark grey and skillfully polished. An umbrella- sized, silvery symbol was carved in the middle. It portrayed a dragon embracing seven white stars. Opposite to this rather huge door there was a double door, about half as big as the other one. The walls were covered with large ventilators, letting the booming of the warm air sneak out to the outside world. The walls were also polished and the floor seemed constructed too.
This is unbelievable, what can this be, in the middle of nowhere? – He was overcome by an unpleasant sentiment. – I better get the hell out of here before I get into any more trouble.
He turned around and headed towards the rope to climb out. Then he noticed a noise, getting louder and louder, coming from the smaller door. A few moments later the door opened and he saw three figures stepping in the room. As Steven looked in their direction, his pupils dilated and his heart began to beat very fast as the adrenaline spread over his system when he caught the sight of the newcomers.
They were strong-muscled humanoids with an average height but they were far from being humans. Their skin was covered with little greenish-beige scales with random light green and brown dots on them. Their faces were human-like, two eyes, two ears, wide and flat nose and small nostrils. The scales above their eyes were significantly bigger and two darker lines were running from there, through the whole face right down to their chins. Their eyes were a bit bigger than average and their characteristically vertical black pupils were surrounded by a dark green iris. Their ears were smaller than human ears and were round. The only hair on their body was on the top of their head; it was short and it seemed greenish-brown. They had five long and thin fingers on each hand, ending in claws. They had small and sharp teeth lining up in their jaws. All three were wearing dark blue, light tops ending above their elbows and pants made of an artificial material.
When they set their eyes on Steve, the air was frozen for a moment. They were not expecting a stranger either. The man made a quick decision and hoping to escape, he jumped towards the rope and started to climb rapidly. He could see from the corner of his eye one of the creatures reaching for some kind of a weapon and pointing it towards him. He was hit by a blue energy discharge and his body was immediately stiffened. Having terrible pain, he fell back to the floor and lost consciousness.
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